Late winter in Landon, the weather remained bitterly cold.
Especially at night, when the cold wind blew, the temperature dropped sharply.
Frost flowers formed on the glass windows, and due to the difference in temperature between indoors and outdoors, the inside of the glass depicted a warm scene.
The ambiguous sounds and breaths spread throughout the suite.
No one could tell how much time had passed before this less-than-pleasant affair finally ended in a disarray.
Joan Harry had scratched long, bloody marks across Jesse Rowan's back, while Jesse had hardly spared any consideration for Joan's feelings, remaining dominant throughout.
The two were like trapped beasts, biting, retaliating—neither wanting the other to have it easy.
Jesse's body was covered in wounds, shockingly apparent.
Joan didn't fare much better, her hair a mess, her body marked with kisses.
The effects of the drug began to fade.
